Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

At noon, Hong Kong Island, Saigon, Baishawan, the beach house under the name of Du Weiguo.

In the restaurant on the first floor, the heat was rising. Three men and a dog were eating hot pot around the table.

The few sitting here, Du Weiguo, Lancelot, and Su Li are all bad guys, and the remaining black dog doesn't matter.

The essence of Dire is a huge monster with a head and a weight of nearly a ton. It goes without saying that the appetite is naturally terrifying and staggering.

Du Weiguo's appetite is actually not small at all, especially the father of the system once again helped him perfectly upgrade his self-healing skills.

After his body became immortal, he could also store heat now.

In the case of really letting go of the belly and swallowing to the limit, Du Weiguo's appetite is not much worse than that of Night Dire.

What really surprised people was the old handsome guy Lancelot. This guy was obviously a fucking humanoid eater. Not only did he eat a lot, but he also looked ugly when he ate. He was more ferocious than Nightmare.

Today's hot pot is not the common seafood base on Hong Kong Island, but a rare spicy pot, authentic Sichuan-Chongqing red oil base.

The ingredients for simmering are also very simple. To put it bluntly, there is only one kind, fat beef, or authentic Dongying Kobe beef.

The beef was naturally brought by Chihu Tsukamoto. He came to Hong Kong Island to express his condolences this time on the ocean freighter newly bought by the three-member team.

Tsukamoto Chihu is a caring person who knows how to be grateful. Thanks to Du Weiguo's support, he has now become one of the top powerful factions in the Yamaguchi-gumi.

Knowing that Du Weiguo is good at this, this time he came to Hong Kong Island, he brought him two full-cut Kobe fat cattle with full sincerity. This is the limit of the capacity of the freezer on the freighter, not the limit of his sincerity.

Du Weiguo was originally worried that Lancelot, a foreign devil, might not be used to spicy food, so he planned to buy him two roast geese.

The result was surprising, the old handsome guy was not only used to eating it, but also became obsessed with this spicy taste almost like crazy.

After the first bite, the eyeballs of the handsome old man almost protruded, sweat appeared on his forehead instantly, his head swelled, but he was addicted to it. This is the charm of Sichuan cuisine, and you can't stop it.

The old handsome guy's chopsticks are still a little rusty, but it doesn't stop him from eating crazily. The chopsticks are so frighteningly blurred that he can't stop at all.

Going against these humanoid beasts, Dire is somewhat at a disadvantage.

No matter how powerful it is, it is impossible to use its five fingers to use chopsticks. With Du Weiguo guarding it, it does not dare to presumptuously, so it can only wait eagerly to be fed.

Du Weiguo and the others probably ate it by throwing several plates of beef into the pot at once, which weighed several catties.

In about 2 minutes, the beef had just become cooked, and the big guys started snapping it up. After a few seconds, the full pot of meat was wiped out.

Among them, the one with the most elegant eating appearance belongs to Yixiantian. Su Li was born in martial arts, and his appetite is already big, far exceeding ordinary people.

But compared with these evildoers in front of him, it's not enough at all. Fortunately, he can drink well enough, but he can't eat enough.

Taking advantage of the fact that the pot of meat had just been emptied, Su Li raised his wine glass and tapped lightly on the side of the copper pot:
"Come on, come on, don't just eat meat, it's like a starved ghost reincarnated, let's have a toast, let alone, this little Dongying's black mist roast tastes passable."

Today's wine is Heiwuyaki, a special product of Dongying Kyushu Island, and it is still chilled. Of course, it is Tsukamoto Chihuo's tribute to Du Weiguo.

Iced black mist burnt, this is actually the favorite of the big fox Hu Diehua, Du Weiguo doesn't have a cold, he is not addicted to alcohol, even if he drinks it, he prefers spirits.

It’s just that there are very few people drinking baijiu on Hong Kong Island, especially high-grade baijiu. Even if they drink, most of them are brandy and gin, Moutai, Wuliangye, Fenjiu and other spirits are very rare.

Although Lancelot didn't understand Chinese, he understood Su Li's meaning in seconds. He was a drinker, not only had an amazing appetite, but also liked to drink.

Lancelot was the oldest, so he didn't need to be polite. He raised his wine glass in a big way, and after a little gesture, he drank it straight away. Du Weiguo raised his glass and was just about to clink with Su Li.

Being ignored all the time, Nightmare, who had already been impatient, couldn't bear it any longer. He jumped onto the table with his big head, grabbing a bottle of Black Mist in his mouth.

The big tongue curled and pulled, and the bottle cap opened, and then grabbed the wine bottle, raised its neck, tons, tons, and a whole bottle of iced black mist was dazzled by it.

"Puff~burp~"

Night Dire spat out the bottle cap and belched loudly. The eyes of the dog narrowed in comfort, and its tail was wagging like a fan. Su Li was delighted:

"Hehe, Wesley, your black dog is a bit of a cowhide, can you blow bottles by yourself?"

Du Weiguo snorted coldly, and gave Heigou an angry look:
"Hmph, it becomes very smart when it's time to eat and drink. The typical food is not enough, and it can't do anything!"

"Boom~"

Lancelot's eyes flickered, and he suddenly burned the black mist in front of him in front of Dire, and his tone was very meaningful:

"Come on, Dire, I'll buy you a bottle! Let's cooperate better next time~"

What Lancelot meant was that he regarded Dire as a teammate, and he now knew that this black dog had a powerful mind-piercing ability.

And this kind of ability is extremely powerful, and it can also restrain the teleportation of blood fangs. At critical moments, it can be fatal with one blow.

Dire is very greedy, and he never refuses anyone who comes to eat and drink. He doesn't care what Lancelot means.

Regardless, he picked up the bottle and drank it down, then the dog turned his head and threw the empty bottle to Lancelot, and raised his eyelids humanely, his eyes were extremely arrogant.

Dire clearly meant to say:
"Old man, are you out of your mind? You just want to buy labor with just a bottle of wine?"

Lancelot shook his head helplessly and smiled wryly, Su Li was amused by it, and Du Weiguo was rarely amused by it.

Since returning to Hong Kong Island, he has been running around non-stop. First, he gathered the club and helped the Bank of China pursue the case, then he helped Uncle Jiu investigate the case, and when Xiaoqing was killed, he hunted down Xue Liao.

Now that the beast Xue Liao has not been punished, and Du Weiguo's worries are not settled, Alan and Ali Tulie, the ghosts and monsters with evil intentions, have appeared again.

Press the gourd to float the scoop!
Really overwhelmed, Du Weiguo was exhausted and exhausted. If Su Li hadn't stopped him today, he would have pulled out a gun and killed someone in front of the Citi Consulate.

This is not a trivial matter, it is not the kind of secret war that no one knows about, the attack on the consulate is tantamount to starting a war, it concerns the face of the country, and the Citi Eagle, who only takes advantage but not losses, will never bear it.

Du Weiguo is invincible in the world alone, but he is not alone after all. If the superpowers do their best to target him, he will not be able to bear it no matter what.

Among other things, if Citi Eagle really rips off his face, his small fortune in Pattaya, the Triangle, and Kuiana will be reduced to dust in an instant.

Du Weiguo's women and cronies are also doomed, and he will never want to walk in the sun again, he can only become a real loner, a lonely ghost.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Yixiantian is on the edge of a cliff today, and he abruptly pulled Du Weiguo back.

To be honest, Du Weiguo hasn't felt the sense of security that there are teammates behind him and someone to help him make suggestions for a long time, so he can't help but relax.

Du Weiguo was happy in his heart, and picked up most of the bottle of black mist at hand, his eyes were wanton, and his tone was bold:
"Come on, it's all men, it's not enough to drink this lukewarm shochu with a cup, let's blow a bottle too."

"Hahaha! Well, whoever is afraid of others, if you don't get drunk today, you won't go home!"

With a long smile, Su Li picked up a bottle of shochu at hand, and with a light tap of his finger, the bottle cap flew off, and hit the bottle in Du Weiguo's hand hard.

What Du Weiguo said just now was in English, and Lancelot naturally understood it, but first he glanced at the fat cow that had turned flowers in the pot and was overflowing with fragrance.

Then reluctantly picked up the wine bottle, and grumbled reluctantly:
"The meat is already cooked, so you can't drink it after eating it. The meat will not be tender after cooking. Come, come, drink quickly~ dong dong dong~"

Lancelot bumped the bottle perfunctorily, raised the bottle anxiously and poured it. Du Weiguo and Su Li looked at each other and smiled, and poured their necks up together.

In the kitchen separated by the wall of the restaurant, Mad Bull commanded three confidantes, who were desperately planing the meat non-stop, sweating profusely from exhaustion.

Master Niu, who has monopolized the flour business in Hong Kong Island and is in full swing, in Du Weiguo's place, is just a younger brother who can only serve the wine bureau, and is not even qualified to serve shit.

At this moment, Tuen Mun, Emperor Rock, is adjacent to Castle Peak Cemetery, and there is an abandoned Catholic church that has experienced a fire.

There was a very strange fire here at the beginning, and dozens of people were burned to death. This place has always been rumored to be haunted, and there are few people, so that weeds are overgrown and eerie.

There is a basement in the church, which used to be a place for storing ashes. The entrance has long been blocked by sundries.

There was an indescribable rotten smell in the basement, and in the deepest corner, a huge, like a hill, a muddy black shadow was slowly wriggling and twisting.

After a long time, a tall and sticky figure finally emerged from the mud, staggered and stood up unsteadily.

This tall figure is about 2 meters long, with unknown mucus hanging all over its body, and a pair of slender fleshy wings growing on its back.

The monster was panting like a cow, and on its mouse-like head, it suddenly opened its eyes, a pair of gray-white pupilless eyeballs, radiating cold light, seductive.

This guy is the bloody lizard that disappeared after being seriously injured by Du Weiguo. Compared with before, its stature is quite a bit smaller.

After opening his eyes, Xuelian's body squirmed violently again, and soon became the thin white man before, Dyson Wilson.

After completing the transformation, Xue Liao seemed to have exhausted all his strength, kneeling on the ground, trembling violently and panting.

The Bloodhound was not that easy to deal with. Apart from the characteristics that Lancelot knew, it also had a skill that had never been used before, the rebirth of its skin.

This heaven-defying skill can not only repair serious injuries, revive with full blood, but also get rid of blood induction and avoid pursuit.

Of course, there are pros and cons to everything. This ultimate skill does not insignificant damage to Blood Liao, and its strength is greatly reduced. It is roughly equivalent to retraining a scrap account.

It temporarily lost the ability to fly and teleport, and its speed, strength, and physical strength were all greatly reduced. Now if it meets Du Weiguo, it will be cold in minutes.

Moreover, using this rebirth skill, there is one of the deadliest side effects, the blood beast can still turn into a human form in the future.

However, he was permanently frozen into the appearance of the white Dyson Wilson, and lost his ever-changing ability, which is equivalent to permanently losing a super powerful skill.

After a while, Blood Liao, who had turned into Dyson Wilson, raised his pale and weak arms, and looked at him for a long time, his eyes were extremely fierce and full of tyranny.

Standing at the top of the food chain for hundreds of years, wantonly slaughtering, sucking blood, and playing with human beings, but has always been at large, and has developed an arrogant and arrogant personality.

It is extremely dissatisfied with its current skin, but it has nothing to do. It has never suffered such a big loss since its birth, and was almost taken away by Du Weiguo's fierce offensive.

Its confrontation with Du Weiguo was very short, and it ended in a flash. At that time, it was stunned for a moment because Du Weiguo also used the teleportation skill.

At this moment, Du Weiguo seized the opportunity and output crazily. His wings were full of 13 sterling silver warheads, and he lost his ability to stay in the air.

After that, in order to avoid the silver bead grenade, Blood Liao used teleportation to hide in a house, but was locked by Night Dire again, forcing him to teleport to the sewer again.

Uncle Jiu guessed it right, Xue Liao's teleportation skill was not as easy as Du Weiguo's, not only the distance was limited, but also a buffer time was needed.

In a short period of time, if it is used continuously, it will consume its vitality and seriously affect its physical strength. Uh, it is almost like a man who indulges too much, and has to support the wall.

In fact, when Du Weiguo first acquired the flickering skill, he was also like this, and he would lose his strength if he used it too much. But at that time, the situation was urgent and the danger was imminent, so the blood hunter naturally couldn't care about it.

Then, before it could escape far, it was hit by Du Weiguo's silver bead grenade and white phosphorus incendiary bomb.

Although it didn't achieve top face output, it was still affected by the explosion and flames. Blood Liao was naturally afraid of sterling silver and flames.

After this round of operation, the blood fang was seriously injured. If it didn't have the rebirth skill, it would probably die.

Having lived for hundreds of years, although the Blood Routine is arrogant, its intelligence is not low at all, and it is extremely cunning. Although it is seriously injured and dying, it is in order to get rid of the pursuit.

He insisted on arriving at the Longgutan Wharf in Tuen Mun, sneaked into the sea in the dark, and sprayed a mouthful of old blood on a Dafei that was setting sail.

Blood Liao's series of extreme operations did successfully confuse Du Weiguo and Lancelot, and they were able to escape.

I don't know how long it took before the Xuelian who turned into a humanoid retracted his arm, his eyes were vicious, and he muttered sullenly:

"Bastard, you dare to hurt me, you made me so miserable, I must tear you apart, kill all your clansmen, and make your head into a wine cup~~"

We switched the perspective back to Baishawan Villa. At this moment, Du Weiguo's drinking party is still going on. At this moment, they have finished eating.

The hot pot has already been evacuated to the kitchen, and Mad Bull is leading a few younger brothers to serve the meat for Uncle Dire who has not yet enjoyed himself.

Du Weiguo and the others had already shifted their position to the living room, and Su Li fell down. No matter how powerful he was, he was still just an ordinary human being, and his physique could not beat a superhuman.

When I reached the 19th bottle of wine, I finally couldn't bear it, and slid softly under the table, and now I am lying on the sofa and sleeping soundly.

At this moment, Du Weiguo's face was reddish, his stomach bulged slightly, and he was soloing one-on-one with Lancelot. There were already countless empty wine bottles on the ground.

Lancelot's bronzed cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were a little blurred. He breathed out a long mouthful of alcohol, raised his fingers, made a gesture for the number 6, and cursed angrily:
"Asshole, did the beast Blood Liao die in the sea? After feeding the sharks for 6 days, there are still no new victims. This is very strange."

Du Weiguo opened his mouth, and let out a long mouthful of strong alcohol smell. This breath lasted for more than ten seconds, and his eyes immediately became clear, without any alcohol smell.

"Lancelot, the blood savage has lived for so long, and is treacherous and cunning, it's hard to say that there are tricks we didn't expect.

For example, hibernation or suspended animation, or even rebirth is not impossible. All we can do now is to wait patiently. "

Hearing Du Weiguo's words, Lancelot's old man's face was distorted, his chestnut eyebrows were twisted into a ball, and he whispered softly:

"Absurd, Wesley, are you frankly telling me a fairy tale? Our order will be for generations, and we will hunt and kill it for hundreds of years.

During the period, how many times have we hurt it?If he could really be reborn, wouldn't this beast be invincible? "

Du Weiguo didn't want to quarrel with Lancelot, so he shook his head with a calm tone:

"Lancelot, I always have a faint sense of danger. Although it's not strong, it's real and can't go away."

Hearing this, Lancelot's drunkenness suddenly woke up. As a top powerhouse, he naturally understood that the danger perception is real, and it is very accurate.

"That's why you transferred your family and cronies away? Is it because you are afraid of harming Chi Yu?"

Du Weiguo took out the cigarette case, handed the chair to Lancelot, and lit one himself, with a slightly melancholy tone:
"Isn't it? In addition to the blood beasts, I also have powerful enemies in reality, and I also have to face conspiracies and tricks, which may affect them."

Du Weiguo exhaled smoke:
"However, this sense of danger that has always lingered in my heart really makes me feel uneasy, and it is the most important reason."

Lancelot was silent for a while, and his tone became solemn:
"So, do you guess that this danger perception comes from Blood Fang? Not your other enemies?"

Du Weiguo nodded:
"Yes, now, there are not many situations that can make me feel dangerous, at least not at all when you want to fight with me.

Such a faint but clear sense of danger is even rarer. I can't think of other enemies except the blood beast. "

Hearing this, Lancelot's brows almost dripped. Du Weiguo just implicitly expressed the fact that he could not threaten others at all.

Of course, this is not what Lancelot was concerned about: "Wesley, as far as I know, danger perception is limited by distance."

Du Weiguo nodded again, with a chilling tone:

"Yes, so, I suspect that the beast Xue Liao didn't run away at all, and is still on Hong Kong Island, hiding in a deserted corner and coveting my head~~"

In Du Weiguo's words, it can be called a god-level perception. (end of this chapter)